| by
Keith Jellicoe |
| The first four lines and the last are best read out with your lips over your teeth…!
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There was an old man from Fairlight
whose worn out teeth wouldn’t bite!
So he found an old file
and in a short while…
His lips turned to smile…
With false gnashers all sharp
and quite white…
Alwight?
© Keith
Jellicoe
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